My scars, my pride
- Aria Kyr
- 22 Δεκ 2017
- διαβάστηκε 1 λεπτά
There are so many products that promise to cover you. When you are uncovered, you are eye-catching. In some people you evoke pity, in others curiosity, or even aversion. There are those to whom you seem funny or humiliating. But there are those who are inspired with respect ...
They got you after a buck when they were kids. Perhaps when the same ones bore children into this world. Some earned you as winners in life, others loved you, yet others hated you. You have been called a scar, a mark, a blessing, a curse, a gift, a badge of bravery ...
At first, I couldn't see your worthiness and I wanted to cover you, because the indiscreet people's stare used to hurt me. Later, I understood. But I know we will be standing together by the end of this journey and this is a long way. I prefer to see you as a friend who gave me the most precious gift. Besides, "out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars ..."
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